11 marca 2012
Serial Blasts
Crushing the tangerines,
escalating the dissent
of lean eyes
for a slaughter in the trench.
Unadorned, the little soft
hole, I watch
display of hair,
teeth and shoes.
Who had conceived
the invasion?
Time clock, you need
a prosthesis to move.
Dehumanize the littered
street. This has become the empire
of death. No crying would
be allowed under the feet.
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